I write because you won't listen!
Because you won't listen
To my words,
To my hurts,
To my fears.
Your eyes are just too blind
- to see my tears
Your heart has forgotten
- how to care
And your ears are deaf
To the rumbles of the battles I fight within.
To my come-plain;
the complain I have about this compilations
That sets my soul free
Free like a bat at night,
The mescaline, psilocyline, khat, kratum, and hallucinogens.
The ones that exalts my spirit, high;
High upon the world
And those that drives me back to nursery
When we sang the song
"I bow my belly in//I bow my belly out"
But if I should jump!
Jump down this cliff in a bid to end my suffering.
You will be the first, to paint your portrait
Out of my down fall
Because you my friend
Are my enemy.
But I won't jump.
I will just walk away
Away from you and everything that seems like you!
Anxiety.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem